The Silent Cry of a Broken Mirror
When the reflection doesn’t match the soul within
By Emma Published about a year ago • 1 min read

A thousand shards reflect my face,
But none can show my rightful place.
The glass is cracked, the lines are deep,
It holds the secrets I can’t keep.
I see a smile, but it’s not mine,
A stranger’s eyes that used to shine.
Each fragment whispers, soft, unclear,
The truth I hide, the things I fear.
A mirror breaks, but so do I,
A silent scream I can’t deny.
Yet in the pieces, sharp, undone,
I find the strength to face the sun.
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